I'm not a sweatshop worker!

When our house got renovated my mother asked me to paint some paintings to hang on the walls. I gladly did so and i got out all my paints and we went canvas shopping and i spent many an hour designing the patterns and colours that were to adorn my brand new walls.
I had a lot of fun painting them - i even went the extra mile with stitching, found objects and my personal favourite of toilet paper!
My mum's friend comes over and she sees the paintings and says that she likes them. My mother says that I painted them and if she would like I can paint some for her too. I mean, its not like I have a life or my own friends to impress...
Anyway so she put me in a tight spot because we were having dinner at her friend's house the next night - so i had to paint something.
THEN my uncle comes over and notices the paintings and is all 'hey! can you paint some for me? I have a new house you know?' I'm like okay, fine...you are my uncle, fine. So I'm in the process of my art - stitching, painting, making some sort of meaning - and my mother is hurrying me. She's all "Paint! Paint them quickly!"
I'm all "Don't hurry the genuis woman!"
She's all "Just draw some lines!"
So I've finally finished them - I'm blind from the stitching and threading and my fingers have been pricked one too many times for my liking - but I've finally finished them.
Normally I enjoy company but it has suddenly become a lot of work so please DON'T COME OVER!